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i like diz line
"they got money for war but cant feed the poor, and they wonder why we crazy, i blame my mother for turnin' my brother into a crack baby" and "lost lives in the towers and pentagon, why then? must it go on we must stop the killin' tell me why we die we all gods children" and Velvet bowties, bulletproofs in the tux, when I roll by In car similar to a suanas, in my diamonds And my principal is to study drama Look what happened in Manhattan A couple of years ago when guns started clappin' Two of my dogs fell, two of my niggaz ran They was amatures in beef with a grown man It taught me the lessons of how the strong stand And how the weak, end up in a coffin Play it cool, that's the old school rule, man Keep your ears to the street, y'all never lose man Make your enemies believe there's love there Cause in war, belief is all fair Rock them to sleep, shots in your jeep And you ain't never know the plot was from me It's from my Masterminds theres a few more ![]()
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Mos Def's verse on "Hater Players," which is track number something-or-other on the Blackstar album.
It begins; "Visions occupy my synaptic space Command a Sheikh, to illustrate my mind's landscape The tall grass, the low planes, the mountainous ridges Thickets among the forests, rivers beneath the bridges" ...and goes on. "Undying Love" by Nas is, for me, the best story told on a hip-hop tune. One of Dakir's verses on track 11 on the Jurassic 5 LP named "Power in Numbers" is delivery at it's best - he keeps one multi-rhyme up for a very long time. That verse begins; "I'll tear a competitor, pluck him like chicken feathers." ...you get the idea. Jurassic 5 I'd recommend to anyone. And Kweli. But if you don't know who Kweli is by now, you're clearly into different hip-hop from me.
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I have to also go for Big Pun's first verse on 'Super Lyrical' the name of the track says it all. Also Black Thought showed that him and Pun could make incredible music as his verse was also impressive.
Big Pun's Verse: Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact/ Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats/ Half a you lack the magical dap of tragical rap/ That tackles you back and shackles and laughs at you/ That's...the mathematical madness I'm on, the savage, the strong/ The marriage, a bond of havoc and song/ This massacre's on as if Picasso laced you/ There's lotsa hateful skeletons locked/ in the closet of my castle of Grayskull/ I'm possum at grade school, that's why I have to debate you/ My raps are like Capel, slashin' your face, you/ That's how a master degrades you/ I'm battlin' Jesus (hay-soos) if he passes through my label/ I'm snatchin' his halo/ God I pray that you send my father back as an angel/ Language is fatal and it's hypnotizin'/ I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all about business and enterprisin'/ I'm super lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals/ That's used contenicals inside of my mental projectable/ Black Thought's Verse: Black Thought the super lyricist, your arch-nemesis/ Still with the Punisher, that's my accomplice/ Stressin' to emcees how they don't really want this/ Electrifying shit his excellency Thought spit/ These cats they sentimental such with a gentle touch/ Dancin' double dutch and all sayin' nothin' much/ My sound wave liftin' your chin up like uppercuts/ New found ways of rippin' shit up, I de-ve-lop/ Your squad chest swell up, still you're mini-ay-ture to me/ Nature-ally I bring the extremity/ Musically intense with the globe in suspense/ Contemplatin' where the world traveler been since/ The Roots bless you with a strong record, long like a epic/ Immerse you in some 'ol next shit, ill poetic/ Thought from Illadelph somethin' like nothin' else/ My talk stomp like elephants upon every elf,/ ''Super Lyrical'' what else can i saw ![]() |
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R.I.P. Big Punisher a.k.a Christopher Lee Rios, Born Nov. 10, 1971 - Died Feb. 7, 2000
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Canibus's 2 verses on ''How Come'' where incredible i remember listening to this and actually shitting myself because he was anticipating the Millenium being the end of the World. Luckily he was inaccurate unlike his lyrics.
As the universe expands/ I contemplate whether it was God or the Big Bang that made man/ Sometimes I wonder how come/ We cant live without guns/ What would of been the outcome if the South won/ Think about that son/ What in the hell caused the assassination of Malcolm/ The federal communications commission listens to politicians in the position/ to Make certain decisions like puttin minorities in prison/ To decimating the population of women/ It's called socialism/ From the United States to the United Kingdom/ Aahhkk, spit into the sky and extinguish the sun, but how come/ (Chorus) In the future...../ The location is planet Earth/ The time and date is 1999, December 31st/ 11:59 p.m., the anticipation of what I think's/ about to happen got my heartbeatin/ We got less than a minute left before the planet Jupiter/ is ignited into a star/ I know it sounds bizarre but it's mathematics/ A specific sign for some of the planet's inhabitants/ Those who understand know what I'm sayin is accurate/ Our country is corrupt from the president to the cabinet/ In the year 2, followed by three 0's/ The space probe Galileo, will welcome us all to channel zero/ but how come/ If it wasn't for his arrogance and stupidity he would be a legend, ahh well thats life i guess. ![]() |
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Canibus' "stupidity?" He's far from stupid, unless you're referring to his decision to go to the war as stupid. He drops some of the most intelligent and scholarly lyrics around.
"33 Threes" by Canibus is a cleverly told story, but it can get a bit repetitive. All those 3's. "100 Bars" is where Canibus shines lyrically, 5 minutes of non-stop spitting. "Fly by with the speed of a Porsche Murder a million emcees, then autograph all of their coffins" Possibly the illest Canibus rhyme I've heard, though: "Break the laws of physics With metaphors and lyrics/ Reach out to dead poets By conjuring up their spirits" Well, I thought it was quality, anyway. Still, compared with the like of Kweli, Canibus is a bottle short of a crate. Talib Kweli's got the ability to talk so deeply about things that if you don't listen and take in, you'll miss. He can also make a point in a bar, that would take another emcee about 8 bars to make. Off of his latest album: "If truth be told, and lyrics sold Then I'd probably be/ Just as rich and famous As Jay-Z" Sums up the game nicely.
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i abosolutely love this verse by 2pac
"Somebody wake me I'm dreamin, I started as a seed the semen Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop From a single drop, this is what they got Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser Only plan he had for momma was to f**k her and abuse her Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me Stranded on welfare, another broken family Now what was I to be, a product of this heated pa*sion Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of a*s Look how it began, nobody gave a f**k about me Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me How can I survive? Got me askin white Jesus will a ni**a live or die, cause the Lord can't see us in the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine No sunny days and we only play sometimes When everybody's sleepin I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own on the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn You can buy rocks glocks or a herringbone You can ask my man Ishmael Reed Keep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pa*s the weed ni**a That Hennessey'll keep me keyed ni**a Everywhere I go ni**az holla at me, "Keep it real G" And my reply til they kill me Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise"
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2Pac Dear mama and Nas made you look
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Eminem's last verse on Xzibit's ''Don't Approach Me'', the way he just broke down his current situation and lack of privacy.
So do I gotta buy a whole block to myself/ a front door with twelve locks/ and have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailbox/ and everytime somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops?/ Fuck that, I protect myself with these twelve shots/ and one in the chamber, gun in the waist/ and one in the ankle, waitin for someone to come to my place/ tryin to walk up and knock like these cocksuckers are not/ gonna get a shotgun or a glock shoved in their face?/ And it's a disgrace Hailey can't play with her toys/ in the front yard without you drivin by honkin your horn/ screamin some shit, leanin out your windows, beepin n shit/ Or pullin up in my drive like I won't leap in your whip/ And so these kids tell their friends and relatives where I live/ so my address ends up on the internet again/ So then, I do an interview with Spin, tellin them/ that if someone comes to my crib, I'ma shove a gun in their ribs/ And reporters, blow it out of proportion/ "Oh, now he's pullin guns on his fans/ just for tryin to stand on his porch"/ And I'm the bad guy, cause I don't answer my door like "Hey hi!/ You guys wants some autographs? Okay, form a straight line!"/ Sometimes I feel like loadin this rifle/ and climbin the roof at night and hidin outside to snipe you/ It's not that I don't like you.. .. it's just that I'm not behind the mic I'm a person who's just like you. |
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Dis one is by One of me favorite Rappers Comm sense. Off one of the best songs ever "the food".
It's all good in the hood like Rags and Timbs Throwbacks and Timbs Blacks and Rims Whether on ball courts and tires of all sorts We never fall short With us, it's all force Like And 1's someway some hand guns The days the fam one is all over for Cash is colder than fobolobo But self I go toe to toe Wonderin' if it's for the art of for the dough Though I know to grow a nigga gotta learn to let go Though I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto Arrows on tarot cards pointing to the grind More livin in more prisons Pointing to my mind Shine the light up Clench my fist tight holdin' the right up Freedom fightin dark year for the years to get brighter Situations that jaws get tighter My man tried to get his way...
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"If you gotta problem yo I solve it check out the hook while my dj resolves it"
Just flies off the tongue effortlessly.
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yeah i love that song Ogopa- Djz
but he killed Kanye's ''Get Em High'' with this verse: Get em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke/ A high filled with dope/ Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notes/ The real nigga quotes/ Real rappers is hard to find, like a remote, control rap is out of/ Used soup it still got love, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs/ Rock clubs, it's like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show/ Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggaz in you/ You'se a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you/ How could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead/ I'm here to resurrect me, mosh is too sexy to even make songs like these/ That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys/ To many featured emcees, and pro-ducers is popular/ Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin her/ Album, how come, you the hot garbager/ The years clear your image and snooped up/ Label got you souped up, tellin you you sick/ Man you a dick with a loose nut/ Video hard to watch like Medusa/ Even your club record need a booster/ Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate nigga/ Read the infa, red across your head I'm bread king like Simba/ Bolder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a emcee with a temper/ You dansin for money like honey, I did this my way/ So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye/ Spittin through wires and fires, emcees retiring/ Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then/ |
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JAY-Z
"And I need you to remember one thing (one thing) I came, I saw, I conquered From record sales, to sold out concerts So muh'fucker if you want this encore I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore" just ere dat JAY-Z we still need you in the game DWAG!!!!!!!
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Kweli is amazing too!! the thing with Kweli is he dnt get love because he dont sell out to commercial fans.. so he aint never gonna get the appreciation he deserves which is a shame
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